Infinite Disasters: I Hoarded My Way to Godhood novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Instance: Animal Slaughterhouse

A familiar system prompt suddenly rang out in her mind. Its cold, mechanical voice sent a shiver down Seraphina Sullivan’s spine.

[Ding! The seven-day preparation period has ended.]

[Ding! The Disaster Game is about to begin.]

[Ding! Player detected at Level 2. Privileges unlocked. Choose one of two dungeons.]

[Ding! Please select one of the following dungeons to enter.]

’It’s here!’

Seraphina’s heart clenched. She was curious to see how the game changed after reaching Level 2.

As the system’s voice faded, two option boxes radiating a dim, dark light appeared in Seraphina’s vision.

They floated before her like cold tombstones, and the faint scent of rust filled the air.

[Aberrant Radiation] or [Animal Slaughterhouse]

Both names gave off an ominous aura.

Seraphina took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She noticed a line of small text flickering beneath both options: [Selection Countdown: 00:59... 00:58...]

"Only a minute to decide..." Seraphina bit her lower lip and began to analyze her options quickly.

’Aberrant Radiation? A dungeon with radiation?’

An image of twisted, mutated creatures crawling across a wasteland filled with deadly rays flashed through her mind, their skin festering and their limbs deformed.

A sense of despair washed over her like a cold tide.

’Pass!’ Seraphina decisively rejected the option.

She had no professional radiation protection gear; entering a dungeon like this would be suicide.

What was even more terrifying was the word "Aberrant." It made Seraphina think this dungeon was definitely about more than just radiation. There had to be other dangers caused by it, or something else entirely.

If she chose this dungeon, perhaps she could rely on her [Worker] Talent to awaken a very powerful Profession.

But that was just a possibility. After all, the awakening from her Worker Talent was random and beyond her Control.

Survival was her top priority. Seraphina couldn’t rely on something as unpredictable as luck.

She then looked at the other option...

’Animal Slaughterhouse?’

The name sounded deceptively ordinary.

Compared to the names of previous dungeons in the Disaster Game—simple and brutal, like [Alien Apocalypse] or [Parasite Apocalypse], which made their dangers obvious—this one seemed out of place.

Seraphina pondered.

’A slaughterhouse... at least it sounds like a relatively enclosed environment, and... compared to [Aberrant Radiation], the name seemed almost... "mundane."’

It didn’t have the same soul-crushing, apocalyptic, sci-fi horror feel as [Aberrant Radiation].

"Slaughterhouse..." Seraphina repeated under her breath, her brow furrowed.

’Does it sound like some kind of bloody, manual labor site?’

’Although the word "slaughter" itself carries a heavy stench of blood, compared to unknown, pervasive radiation... at least this seems like an environment she could comprehend?’

’Are the dangers inside... predictable?’

A faint flicker of wishful thinking began to grow.

"Compared to that radiation dungeon, which sounds dangerous from the name alone, this ’slaughterhouse’... sounds... hmm, safer."

The thought struck Seraphina as absurd.

’How could there be anything truly "safe" in the Disaster Game?’

But in a desperate situation, people will instinctively grasp at any straw, even one that doesn’t seem particularly sharp.

The countdown had already reached 00:15. Seraphina had to make a decision.

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